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letra de independo - wes freeman

[intro]
yea, uh-huh, alright….
here i come to save the game!

[verse 1]
yo, it’s mr. tryna get them youtube hits
a.k.a. you gotta hear this dude’s new sh-t
seriously, man, this fool’s too sick
cause deal time 2 equals mood muzik
these days i can’t tell who’s who, which
is cool, cause that just means they’re in a lose/lose sit-
uation, cause while i am on that new school tip
my name’s been in your mouth like a used toothpick
the industry is in my cross hairs, interscope
is in his scope, i got a serious buzz, you been a joke
i body a beat and zip it up like a winter coat
my submissions got these record labels in a choke
while mediocre artists is ridin’ in limos
with tented windows, and i’m pushin’ a rented tempo
sendin’ demos, gettin’ nothing but f-ckin’ n-o’s
underground hero, you can call me “independo”
but my super power’s the pencil
and the criminal, is the instrumental
celibate chicks sending innuendos
like “i been a nympho”, sh-t, where’d your innocence go

[hook] 2x
independo has come to save the day
cause the game need saved in a crazy way
major labels are sippin’ on that hater-aid
i’ll go up against your favorite artist, play for play

[verse 2]
got me thinkin’ “what you waitin’ on?”
every time i make a song, the bait is thrown
hotter than satan’s home, i am your replacement so i’m
understanding why all of you hater’s faces long
you have entered the no hatin’ zone
so if you could, please don’t bring them fakes along
i got my crown, my staff, my cape and throne
and i can restore it if your faith is gone
y’all are all some imitatin’ clones
so stop bitin’ my style, won’t you create your own?
locals bitin’ my rhymes like i don’t notice
b-tch, i am focused, i got forty more of these so just
knock it off, before i go and expose it
like i wrote it, throw your career in a coffin and close it
you and a friend, running around doin’ my sh-t
now you wanna front like you innocent
but that’s cool cause what it really comes to in the end
is if you wrote that sh-t, then let me see you do it again
which is no problem for me, the swine flu in my pen
i just let ’em spit then wait for ’til the booing begin
then i come through, ruinin’ them
you f-ckers must be mad cause they compare me to the new eminem
yo, and i appreciate the compliment, but don’t ever try to box me in
or say i’m copyin’, or jockin’ slim
compare me to hip-hop cause hip-hop is him, it’s his oxygen
and i ain’t for the rocks and gems, just reeboks and timbs
cause poppy trends, is not for him, not for him

[hook]

- wes freeman

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